Chapter 7: Fierce battle at the Tower of London

"Power, don't force us to do it." Seeing that Ouyang Xuan was still silent, young and thin, with blue eyes Gao Wen said coldly, his arrogant temperament was like a noble king.

Ouyang Xuan understands the origin of the Twelve Round Table Knights:

The Twelve Knights of the Round Table belong to King Arthur, the legendary hero in the British legend. This is an almost mythical hero. He was the first king to unify the British Isles and was widely praised in Europe. The Twelve Knights of the Round Table are the most capable generals under King Arthur. They assisted him in the east and west to fight, and were a symbol of loyalty and bravery.

The twelve round table knights are:

Lancelot: The number one warrior among the Knights of the Round Table, arrogant and arrogant.

Gowen: King Arthur's nephew, a young and arrogant, pure nobleman.

Jarant: Loyal and cold, serious.

Gareth: King Arthur's nephew, passionate and unrestrained.

Graheide: The purest man among the Knights of the Round Table, the seeker of the Holy Grail.

Gahoris: an irritable and brave man who charges.

Boss: Nephew of Lancelot, the fearless warrior.

Bedville: the most loyal knight, the most trusted man of King Arthur.

Kai: King Arthur's brother-in-law and director, calm and steady.

Lanmanok: He is a little nervous and not easy to get along with, and he is a person who must not be easily provoked.

Percival: A handsome young man, talented and skilled, is an idol in the minds of girls.

Tristan: A young man who dares to act dares to love even her aunt and despise all authority.

It is said that after King Arthur and the Twelve Knights of the Round Table unified Britain, they swear to protect Britain for generations, so King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table have been passed down from generation to generation, and even their names and personalities are mysteriously inherited, to this day.

Therefore, Britain had the oldest superpower institution in world history, "King Arthur and the Twelve Knights of the Round Table".

Ouyang Xuan's pupils contracted rapidly. He understood that this supernatural organization that has inherited countless generations is definitely ranked among the top three in the world. Tonight, it will definitely be a bloody battle!

"Hmph, are you a twelve round table knights? I've been retiring for a long time!" Ouyang Xuan sneered: "However, if you want to keep me, it depends on whether you have this ability."

The proud Knights of the Round Table were irritated, with blonde hair, green eyes, and a cold face like a rock, roared: "No one can underestimate our glorious Knights of the Round Table, the psychic, go to die."

In an instant, the Holy Cross Sword, which had been passed down for thousands of years, burst out dazzling holy light, illuminating the huge night sky, and slashing down like a thunder.

Ouyang Xuan roared angrily, and with a thought moved, a huge golden light broke out from his body, turning into a golden wheel of Dharma, burning with raging flames, and roaring towards the Holy Cross sword light emitted by Jerant.

"Boom--" Time and space seemed to be forbidden in an instant, pausing strangely for a second or two, then burst out with huge shock waves and light curtains, sweeping across the world as if they were nuclear explosions.

As soon as he stood, a large number of British guards who had just started to climb up from the ground were affected, flying around like straw, falling in a rustling sound, and screaming.

Soon, Ouyang Xuan, who was slightly pale, controlled the Falun in the air again and glanced around coldly.

Jarant, who was the first to launch the attack, had paid the price. His cold face turned red, blood appeared on the corners of his mouth, leaving four deep footprints on the grass.

Gao Wen, who was very close to him, was in a better condition. His red knight suit was torn into pieces by the shock wave, and he was a little embarrassed. If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Cross Sword in his hand, he would probably be much embarrassed.

It seems that a single Knight of the Round Table could not beat Ouyang Xuan.

Ouyang Xuan was very calm and his eyes were as bright as a torch.

Gao Wen turned around and shouted to the guards: "You are not his opponents, all of them are withdrawn, and we will leave this here."

The guards who fell dizzy now realized that they were powerful, and they rolled and crawled away, watching with fear.

"The superpower, it's really amazing. It seems that we underestimate you." Jarant's voice was a little deeper: "You can compete with our twelve round table knights. You must not be an unknown person. Who are you?"

Ouyang Xuan's face was hidden in the dark oil paint, and he couldn't see any expression, but his voice was very smooth: "If you want to know who I am, you have to catch me, hehe! But, do you have this ability?"

Gao Wen was furious, and his proud face turned a little blue: "Damn guy, I will let you know the price of insulting our Knights of the Round Table. The ultimate power-Divine Light!"

Jerant knew that Gao Wen could not beat Ouyang Xuan alone, so he roared and activated his roar: "The ultimate power - the holy light!"

"Boom-Boom-Boom-" In Ouyang Xuan's full-minded eyes, two extremely powerful holy lights shot out dazzling light and rushed into the air. In an instant, they merged into one in the air, and rushed straight towards Ouyang Xuan with a huge sound of wind and thunder.

Damn, the joint attack! Ouyang Xuan was startled and roared: "I want to defeat me, I will do the next life!" The huge Falun roared, and turned into a solid shield in the wind, fiercely facing the terrifying pillar of light.

"Boom..." In an instant, a loud bang of sky and earth shattered, light shone everywhere, and a huge shock wave swept across the world, like a group of furious beasts.

For a moment, Ouyang Xuan, Gao Wen, and Jerant were unable to stand firmly and fell into a violent hurricane, falling into a rolling gourd.

When the British soldiers in the distance saw that the shock wave was coming again, and it was even more fierce, they were all so scared that they were so scared that they rolled and crawled into the tower.

The hard tower body three or four meters wide immediately played a good protective role, allowing these ordinary people to escape, but the loud thunderous sound of the shock wave hitting the tower also scared these poor people's faces like white paper and called God.

Soon, the hurricane disappeared as suddenly as it was when it came. Ouyang Xuan jumped up, his clothes were broken, his face was pale as paper, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Gao Wen and Jarant also stood up one after another, with bloody blood on the corners of their mouths and their faces were terrible white, but they both held the Holy Cross Sword in their hands tightly and stared at Ouyang Xuan with unspeakable shock and incomparable anger in their eyes.

Ouyang Xuan waved his hand and called back the rushing shield in the air, and said coldly: "You can't beat me, it's a pity. It's so deadly. Dodge me as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late to regret it."

Gao Wen sneered: "The belief of our Knights of the Round Table is 'loyalty, fearlessness and honor'. Even if we die, we will not retreat!"

Jarant also held the Holy Cross Sword in his hand tightly, and a kind of determination appeared on his face as cold as a rock: "We are ordered to guard the Tower of London. Any dereliction of duty is a defilement of our sacred tradition of the Knights of the Round Table. Those who are capable will step on our bodies."

Ouyang Xuan looked awe-in: A good man! He smiled and said, "Very good, like a man. Then I will fulfill your wishes!"

The powerful mental power instantly activated Zhurong inner elixir and Red Leopard inner elixir with all its strength. A stream of powerful heat and clear streams continued to inject into Ouyang Xuan's whole body, and his pale face quickly became rosy. The muscles in his body seemed to be full of explosive power, and every cell became active.

Aura, a kingly aura, sprouted throughout Ouyang Xuan's body, as fierce as if it was about to burn.

Gao Wen and Jarant's faces changed drastically. They were very familiar with this momentum. It was the momentum that King Arthur, whom they respected extremely. King Arthur was known as the most powerful figure closest to God besides the Pope.

Gao Wen and Jarant looked at each other with pale faces. Only now did they realize that the opponent in front of them was the king of psychics, and their strength was so terrifying that it was almost a god.

"Fight!" Gao Wen and Jerant roared at the same time, and the two began to sing loudly: "We are the bravest knights, following the holy King Arthur; we are the most loyal guardians, guarding the sky of Great Britain; we are the most devout believers, believing in the divine God. Please give us strength, the light of the gods!"

In an instant, the Holy Cross Sword in Gaowen and Jarant's hands trembled violently and suddenly roared into the air.

"Boom-Boom-Boom-" A strange thing happened. Two powerful holy lights that seemed to be shot from a different dimension appeared in the air and were continuously injected into the two Holy Cross Swords.

When the two Holy Cross Swords were standing, they shone in the air like two suns. The huge energy made Ouyang Xuan feel a little scared.

Damn, these two guys were killed. Ouyang Xuan was shocked and roared, and the "Zhurong Inner Alchemy" and "Red Leopard Inner Alchemy" in the spiritual sea collided in an instant.

"Boom--" There was a loud bang between the sky and the earth, and a fiery red armor appeared above Ouyang Xuan's head, shooting the red flames that seemed to ignite the sky.

Ouyang Xuan's thoughts moved, and the Fire God's armor immediately scattered, covering his whole body, fully armed.

Finally, Gao Wen and Jerant took the lead in launching, holding their heads up to the sky, and shouting wildly: "The light of the gods, kill!"

"Boom--" Two Holy Cross Swords containing terrifying holy power attacked Ouyang Xuan like two falling meteors. The strong light almost made Ouyang Xuan unable to open his eyes.

Ouyang Xuan rushed to get the Fire Sword in his hand and roared angrily: "Break!"

"Boom--" The Fire God Spear burst out thousands of rays of light in an instant, and flew into the sky like a strong crazy dragon, facing the two Holy Cross Swords.

For a moment, the sky was extremely strange: the upper half of the sky was bright and filled with white holy light; the lower half of the sky was fiery red and filled with blazing flames.

In the rumbling rumbling, the white and red sky quickly approached and finally collided.

A terrible loud bang suddenly appeared in the sky, colorful flames flying all over the sky, and the powerful shock wave swept across the earth like a hurricane.

When the time was set off, the Thames River was boiling, all the glasses of the nearby doors and windows were shattered, and the ears of pedestrians roared, making painful screams...

The Tower of London, at the core of the battle, suffered the greatest destruction in history. Many walls and spires were almost wiped out. Fortunately, the main part was relatively solid, otherwise it might have collapsed.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky finally calmed down. Suddenly, a red light roared back to Ouyang Xuan’s hand. It was the magic weapon of the god - the Fire God Spear.

Immediately afterwards, two white lights shot down from the air and fell on the grass. They were the two Holy Cross swords that had been passed down for thousands of years. However, at this time, the two swords were covered in mottled bodies and cracked in many places. They were obviously severely damaged and could not bear to use them anymore.

"Hahaha..." Ouyang Xuan laughed: "The twelve round table knights are just like this, I won't be with you anymore, I'm begging!" The Fire God spear stabbed the ground, and a red light instantly supported Ouyang Xuan and shot into the air and fled into the distance.

"Bastard-!" Gao Wen and Jarant were so angry that they let out a vicious roar towards the sky.

But soon, Ouyang Xuan escaped without a trace.

Gao Wen and Jarant looked at each other speechlessly, and suddenly knelt on the grave grass, looking at the seriously damaged Holy Cross Sword, with tears in his face.

This is a holy object that has been passed down for thousands of years! Gao Wen and Jerant were heartbroken and dedicated all the most vicious words to Ouyang Xuan.

After a long time, Gao Wen smiled bitterly: "Jerrant, please inform our king quickly. This unknown supernatural genius is too powerful. Maybe only our king can deal with him."

Jarant looked at his Holy Cross Sword blankly, his cold face twitched as rocks, and suddenly shed tears and said with a sob: "How can I be worthy of my deceased seniors because of this damage to the holy sword? They handed the holy sword to me intact, but I destroyed it like this. God, please punish me."

Gao Wen also fell silent: "Jerrant, now is not the time to blame himself. This powerful savage stolen the Tower of London must have stolen something very important. We must report our king quickly and recover the things, otherwise our guilt will be greater and even God will not forgive us."

Jarant was silent for a moment, nodded, carefully picked up his broken Holy Cross Sword, and roared into the air: "Power, I will not let you go, I swear with the honor of a knight of the round table!"

...

In the dark night, Ouyang Xuan, who was broken clothes, sneaked back to his room from the hotel window. He looked so embarrassed that he didn't dare to walk through the door.

As soon as I returned to the room, a crazy sirens sounded outside the window. A large number of police cars and fire trucks rushed to the Tower of London from all directions, just like a swarm of bees that were being snatched from their nests.

Ouyang Xuan was secretly grateful that he carefully took off his damaged clothes, burned them all with the Samadhi True Fire, destroyed the corpse and then took a hot bath with pleasure.

After washing, Ouyang Xuan looked at the "Holy Cross" but felt a little embarrassed.

This thing has powerful holy power and must not be carried with you, otherwise it might lead to the "Twelve Round Table Knights" coming to the door within one minute.

But it is not possible to put it in the suitcase. After the British understand the situation, they will definitely be martial law immediately. The airport will definitely search more carefully. Once they find and open the red brocade box, can they still leave?

After thinking about it, Ouyang Xuan took out some equipment from the suitcase mezzanine and put the red brocade box in: It's too big to put it down!

Ouyang Xuan was suddenly a little crazy: Damn, after working hard to steal this treasure, can’t I take it out yet?
Chapter completed!